Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
My girl loves it.
She moans and thrashes, her thighs crashing around my head, her feet cupping my waist like she’s trying to push me off, but every time I come up for air, she pulls me back in.
I add a second finger, work to stretch her back hole, get her ready for my cock.
She moans, a needy, keening cry.
“You like having your ass fucked, don’t you?”
“Jesus, Caleb. Jesus. You are so… dirty. Ohmygod. I need you to fuck me so badly.”
I chuckle at how far we’ve come in such a short time.
I rub her clit with my thumb while fucking her ass, lifting my face to drink in the view. “You ready for your ass fucking?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know. Maybe. I’m scared.”
“Aw, baby. You don’t have to be scared.” I slide my fingers out of her ass and untie my sock holding her wrists. “Roll over and put that pillow under your hips.” I lift my chin toward the pillow under her head.
She complies immediately, which tells me her fears aren’t holding her back from giving up her anal virginity.
I dribble more olive oil into the crack of her ass and push her pale cheeks wide. “You have the best ass,” I tell her. It’s true. I’m definitely an ass man and hers is ample.
“I have a big ass,” she says wryly.
I smack her cheek, and a red handprint blooms. “You’d better love the hell out of this ass.” I slap the other cheek.
“Or what?” she laughs. “You’ll spank it? I’m not sure that’s showing it the love.”
“Oh it is.” I laugh, too. I deliver a flurry of stinging smacks, laying down a pretty blush on her pale skin. “It’s definitely a show of appreciation.”
She clenches her buttocks and wriggles, giggling the whole time.
“Put your hand between your legs,” I tell her.
“What?”
I smack her ass hard. “Now, Doctor. When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it.” The fresh scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, telling me I haven’t gone too far. She enjoys my dominance.
Good, because I sure as hell like taking charge. I haven’t taken charge of anything in three years—including my own life. I wouldn’t think something so simple as showing a hot genius the benefits of sex would be the cure-all, but I sure as hell feel good.
She lifts her hips and slips her hand beneath her, curling her fingers into her juicy sex.
“Good girl. Now you keep working that pussy while I enjoy this ass.”
She lets out a tiny mewl, but I see her fingers working, rubbing her swollen clit, sliding in her entrance. I free my erection and give my dick a rough yank. Fates, I’m hard for her. I pull her cheeks apart and line the head of my cock up with her back hole.
“Deep breath,” I coach as I apply a little pressure.
She takes a giant inhale, like she’s about to go underwater.
I chuckle. “Blow it out, baby.” I gently press forward, waiting for her sphincter muscles to relax and allow me in. “Take me, Miranda. Work that pussy and let me in.”
She relaxes more and I ease in. One inch, another.
Miranda vocalizes—one long vowel tone that starts and stops and starts again. I grind my teeth at the effort of holding back. Sweat gathers at my hairline but I go slow, holding my weight on my arms as I fill her and retreat.
There’s something so dominant about taking her ass. It’s a claiming of sorts, even though I have no right to stake any claim. No desire to, either.
Except that’s a lie. The idea of me training Miranda so she’ll find another man and demand good sex should satisfy me, but it doesn’t. It makes me want to follow her back to Albuquerque and rip the imaginary male’s dick off.
I fuck her faster, my breath coming in pants.
Her vowel sounds shorten, voice raises.
My loins slap her ass as I plow deeper, harder. Miranda works her fingers between her legs frantically.
My balls draw up tight, heat spikes at the base of my spine. I come with a shout and a shudder.
Miranda cries out and tightens her anus around my cock.
I growl at the tight squeeze. Eventually she loosens, the muscles in her back softening, her breath slowing. I kiss her shoulder before I realize how tender the gesture is.
That we’re just having sex.
But it’s too late to take it back. I ease out and go to the bathroom to clean up and bring her a washcloth.
No more kisses. No cuddles. I need to watch myself. My bear’s acting like I found myself a new mate, and that’s not the case at all.
I will never re-mate. Especially not with a human.
Chapter 10
Miranda
Three days locked in a cabin with a wild mountain man.
Three days, a wild mountain man and the hottest sex imaginable.